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Elemental: A Feudal Soap Opera	By : plumcider Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 19390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Chapter notes: You may
notice that Sesshoumaru is a bit OOC. Forgive me. The idea stuck in my head,
and I just couldn�t resist.

***

Pale
light from the half moon lit Inuyasha�s path as he made his way through the
forest in search of Sesshoumaru. It would not have been enough illumination for
his human companions, but it was more than adequate for his sharper hanyou
eyesight. Combined with his heightened sense of smell, he was fairly confident
that he would find Sesshoumaru long before morning. Especially since the
bastard has been hovering close for the last day or so. He had better not be
planning anything. I�m in no mood to deal with his shit right now.

Inuyasha
broke stride as the breeze shifted, sniffing the air experimentally. His eyes
hardened. He�s here. Swiftly veering in the direction of the wind�s
origin, Inuyasha took to the trees, silently following his half-brother�s
scent.

Now
that he had a clear trail to follow, Inuyasha�s mind was free to roam, and it
did, much to his dismay. Straight to Kagome. Waiting-for-him-in-the-village
Kagome. Counting-on-him-to-save-her Kagome. Soon-to-be-his-mate Kagome. Soon-to-be-dead
Kagome, if you can�t get Sesshoumaru to hand whatever-it-is over. He
wondered, for the hundredth time, just what the hell it was he was after, and
why his father would have given it to Sesshoumaru, of all people. Feh. The
old man must have not known his oldest son very well, either, if he thought
he�d ever mate with a human. Hell, I can�t imagine that cold bastard ever mated
to anyone, human or youkai. He shuddered, nearly missing his step, at the
thought of a litter of tiny Sesshoumarus running around, plaguing him. �Gods, I
hope I never have to hear �Uncle Inuyasha� from a bunch of white-haired brats,�
he said aloud with a snort.

He
was not so amused a second later when something wrapped around his ankle,
jerking him down from the branch he had just landed on. He hit the ground on
his back, the breath knocked from his lungs. He struggled to suck in air, eyes
tracking to the irritated looking figure standing imperiously over him, re-coiling
the whip he had just used to pull Inuyasha from his perch.

Inuyasha
scrambled backwards and launched himself to his feet. His hand snapped to the
hilt of Tetsusaiga, and he emitted a low-pitched growl. �Bastard! What did you
do that for?�

Sesshoumaru
looked down his slender nose at the hanyou. �Ignorant whelp. You have
dishonored the name of our father.�

Inuyasha
felt the fine hairs at the back of his neck rise. �What?�

Sesshoumaru
did not come any closer, but stood perfectly still, looking at Inuyasha as if
he were something filthy he had almost stepped in. �You have defiled the miko,
and made the both of you the talk of the countryside.�

Inuyasha
flushed angrily. �What�s it to you?� Has the bastard been spying on me?

Sesshoumaru
pulled himself even taller. �It is nothing to me, half-breed. What is it to
you?�

Inuyasha
took a fighting stance. �That�s none of your fucking business.�

�Is
it not?� Sesshoumaru�s face was expressionless as he asked the question. �Why,
then, are you here, Inuyasha?�

That
bastard. He goddamned knows why I�m here. What game is he playing now? He
loosened Tetsusaiga from its sheath with a flick of his thumb as fury flooded
him. He would not let Sesshoumaru toy with him this way. Not over this. �Where
is it, Sesshoumaru?�

Sesshoumaru
merely arched a brow, managing to look bored.

Inuyasha
snarled. �Don�t play games with me, Sesshoumaru. I know father gave it to you.
Hand it over.� He pulled Tetsusaiga from its sheath completely, pointing it at
his half-brother before it had finished transforming.

Sesshoumaru
scowled at him.

Well,
at least that got a reaction. Sort of.

�Put
your sword away, whelp,� Sesshoumaru said, scorn clear in his voice. �I have no
intention of fighting you.�

Inuyasha
stared at him for a moment, disbelieving. Sesshoumaru met his eyes, unblinking,
but clearly annoyed. He�s up to something. Finally, Inuyasha sheathed Tetsusaiga,
although he remained tense. �Why?� He asked, eyeing the demon suspiciously.

Sesshoumaru�s
frown grew deeper. �I gave father my word,� he intoned, and something in his
voice reminded Inuyasha of Shippou�s whining when he had to do something he
didn�t want to do.

So
that�s it. �Poor Sesshoumaru, having to help me out for a change. That must
really stick in your craw, huh?� Inuyasha nearly snickered as he delivered the
taunt, but managed to control it. No sense in pushing his luck. Sesshoumaru
might decide to not be so cooperative after all, and while Inuyasha usually
welcomed a fight with his sibling, he had more important things to be attending
to. He could not, however, stop the smirk that stretched across his face. Ha!
At least the old man did something right.

�Hmm.�
Sesshoumaru�s gaze blackened for a moment, before a rather sadistic light
entered his eyes. �However,� he continued, �There is a requirement.�

Inuyasha�s
smirk vanished as quickly as it had appeared. �What requirement?� He asked
tersely.

Sesshoumaru
didn�t answer immediately. Instead, while Inuyasha kept a wary eye on him, he
made his way to a nearby stone, sitting himself down as if he were an emperor
taking his throne. With a graceful flick of his hand, he motioned for Inuyasha
to take a seat on the ground before him.

Inuyasha
bristled in indignation. No way will I sit in the dirt in front of him like
a child...or one of his damned flunkies. What the hell is he on about? He
glared at Sesshoumaru, throwing in a rumbling growl for good measure.

Sesshoumaru
waited, unmoving.

Realizing
that the bastard wasn�t going to tell him anything until he complied, Inuyasha
threw himself down on the grass with a huff, all the while imagining gutting
his pompous half-brother in as many ways as he knew of.

One
of these days, I�m going to turn him into a rug.

Sesshoumaru
shot him a look of distaste. �Control yourself, Inuyasha.�

With
a start, Inuyasha realized that he had been snarling again, and quickly got a
hold on himself. He shoved aside a last, happy vision of Sesshoumaru�s
decapitated head rolling across the clearing, and took a calming breath. �I
don�t have time for this, Sesshoumaru. Just fucking get on with it.�

�Very
well,� Sesshoumaru replied with something that almost sounded like amusement
tinting his voice. �There is a requirement, hanyou, to you getting this.� He
pulled an object from his robes. It was a small, wooden box, only a couple of hand
spans across, unlaquered, with no adornment.

Inuyasha
narrowed his eyes at it, but didn�t reach for it. Knowing Sesshoumaru, it�s
rigged with some sort of trap. �What is it?�

Sesshoumaru
reached around to the front of the box and flipped the small metal clasp
fastened there. The box sprang open.

Inuyasha
leaned forward in spite of himself, eyes widening slightly. Inside the box,
lying on a cushion of blood red silk, were five thin hoops made of finely
beaten gold, each engraved with symbols he did not recognize. One hoop was
larger than the others. He gave Sesshoumaru a questioning look.

Sesshoumaru
touched the largest hoop. �The collar.� Inuyasha�s eyes widened further. His
half-brother ignored him, touching the next two hoops lying on the silk. �Wrist
cuffs.� He then indicated the final two hoops. �Ankle cuffs.� His eyes returned
to Inuyasha. �All designed to hamper the purifying power of a miko during
mating, without inhibiting the youki itself.� Sesshoumaru watched, seemingly
fascinated, as a burgeoning blush colored the hanyou�s face crimson.

Then
he did something that damned near terrified Inuyasha.

He
smiled at him.

Holy
shit. Inuyasha felt nervous sweat begin to pool between his shoulder
blades.

�Father�s
final requirement, Inuyasha, to which I reluctantly gave my word. Prepare
yourself,� he said, smile growing until his sharply curved canines were
visible, a look of unholy amusement settling on his patrician features.

Inuyasha�s
had to resist the urge to scoot backwards, away from that disturbing look. I
don�t think I like where this is headed.

�Whelp,
it is time for you to learn Inu youkai mating tradition.�

Shit.
The Talk...from Sesshoumaru?

Fucking
kill me now.

***

Miroku
came awake slowly, blinking around in the predawn glow inside the tiny hut. He
didn�t know what had disturbed his sleep; he sensed no movement inside the
room. He began to roll over, hoping to return to the very pleasant dream he had
been having involving a certain, attractive demon exterminator. Instead, as he
turned, he caught sight of the female of his dreams sitting with her back
against the wall, staring blankly in front of her.

�Sango,�
he inquired in a whisper. She started, jerking around to face him. She looked
weary, with darkened circles under eyes that lacked their usual fire. Miroku
felt a twinge of concern. �How long have you been awake?�

She
drew her knees up closer to her chest, looping her arms around them. He noted
the fact that she was wearing the clothing she wore to fight, rather than the
kimono she usually donned when in the village. He filed the information away to
examine later. �I couldn�t sleep.�

Miroku
sat up, scooting a little closer to her so that they could speak without waking
Kagome or Kaede. Sango tensed and gave him a sharp look. �What are you doing?�

Miroku
sighed. �Just moving to where we can hear each other without shouting,� he
said, not awake enough yet for his usual game of needling her.

Something
in his voice must have hinted at this, for she relaxed a bit, offering him a
conciliatory smile.

He scooted
closer, careful not to touch her, and asked, �What is troubling you, Sango?�

She
gave a little snort that he found ridiculously adorable. He gave a mental
snort, himself. She could paint herself in mud and sing off key, and I�d
find her adorable. He had to suppress a grin at the thought of Sango
covered in mud...and nothing else. Okay, I�m awake now. Thankfully, she
drew his attention before his imagination could get completely out of hand. �Do
you really need to ask me that, monk?�

He
felt a breath of annoyance at her title for him even as he acceded her point.
�Miroku, Sango. It�s not that hard to remember, and no, I suppose not. You�re
worried about Kagome. We all are.�

Sango
settled back against the wall, closing her eyes wearily. �I thought I�d try a
couple more villages at sunrise,� she said after a moment. �There�s a small
settlement close by that we haven�t been to, and we should return to the
village we went to the other day. The miko we were seeking should have returned
by now. Kaede thinks that she is the one most likely to know how to help
Kagome.�

Miroku
was only half listening to her. The sunrise she spoke of was fast approaching.
Already, fingers of translucent light were spilling through the solitary
window, outlining the smooth curve of Sango�s cheek and throat in gold. Miroku
was transfixed. She looks like something that is...divine. Touched by the
Gods. He was struck, momentarily, with the absurd desire to throw himself
down at her feet and thank her profusely for simply allowing him to sit in her
presence. Shaking off the urge, he realized that she was still speaking to him.

�Weren�t
you listening, Miroku?� She asked, sounding exasperated, but he noticed the
blush that was beginning to stain her cheeks. He knew he was staring at her,
but he couldn�t seem to look away. She caught her lower lip in her teeth, and
Miroku�s eyes dropped to follow the action closely. She released her lip,
reddened slightly from her worrying it, and moistened it with the tip of her
tongue. Miroku went very still, eyes locked on her mouth. Once again,
her voice broke through his reverie. �Why are you staring at me?�

He
raised his eyes to hers, speaking before he really thought it through. �Because
you�re beautiful.�

Her
blush intensified and she looked away, but not before he caught the pleased
smile lighting her features. He carefully hid his own answering smile, not
wanting her to think that he mocked her. After a moment, she cleared her throat
and turned back to him, smile gone. �I asked you if you would like to accompany
me to the other villages today.�

�Of
course,� he replied. �You do not even have to ask.�

She
nodded once, accepting that, then frowned.

Miroku
couldn�t help but wonder what had put that look there now. �Sango, what is it?�

Sango
glanced over to where Kagome lay sleeping, her expression darkening even more.
�Inuyasha. He ran off last night when he should be here, helping us figure out
how to save Kagome.�

Miroku
raised an eyebrow. He had noticed that Sango had developed some amount of anger
toward Inuyasha ever since Kagome had awakened, although he wasn�t sure why. He
knew she didn�t truly blame the hanyou for the events of late. �I�d hardly say
he ran off, Sango. You heard him. He said he was going to see Sesshoumaru.�

�I know
that,� she snapped, turning irritated eyes to him. �But now isn�t the time for
him to be indulging in petty squabbles with his brother. Kagome needs him here,
damn it.�

Miroku
stared at her, surprised by her vehemence. She fairly shook in her indignation,
and her voice had risen incrementally with each word. He realized that her
combined stress and exhaustion, along with the fear of losing someone else that
she considered to be her family, had her stretched nearly to the breaking
point. Reaching out, he took her hand, warming it between his own. Satisfied
that she wouldn�t pull away, he spoke, careful to keep his voice low and
soothing. �Sango, you know Inuyasha is as worried as the rest of us. You saw
him. He would not even leave her side while she was unconscious.�

Some
of the anger in her eyes died away, but she seemed to be struggling to hang on
to it. �Yes, but...�

He
shushed her gently, still holding her fingers between his own. �Perhaps,� he
said, struck by a sudden thought, �He went for Sesshoumaru�s sword, Tensaiga?�

It
was the wrong thing to say. Sango jerked, snatching her hand back and looking
at him with a horrified expression. Miroku regretted his words immediately.
�You mean,� she said, �he�s just going to wait for her to die, and then
try to bring her back with that damned sword?� Her outrage flared bright for a
moment, then faded as quickly as it came, turning to something that Miroku was
less equipped to handle. Her lower lip began to tremble, and his eyes widened
in alarm.

�I...I
don�t know,� he hastened to say, hoping to reassure her. �I was only thinking
out loud. I don�t know why he went, really. Forgive me, Sango,� he said, unsure
what, exactly, he was asking for forgiveness for.

Sango
didn�t look convinced. In fact, she looked even more upset than before. Miroku
really could not bear to see any woman sad, and especially not this woman. He
would rather see her angry, eyes flashing sparks at him. With this thought in
mind, he reached out a hand again, smiling to himself when he saw her bottom
lip stop trembling and her eyes begin to narrow. There�s no help for it,
then. In a lightning motion, his hand moved the rest of the way, smoothly caressing
her hip. He kept his monk�s mask firmly in place, anticipating her reaction. He
was not disappointed.

Crack.

Hand
to his stinging cheek, Miroku watched her stomp out of the hut. He could not
hide the admiration in his eyes as he watched her go.

�You
really are a pig sometimes, Miroku,� said a voice from behind him.

He
swung around in surprise. �Kagome! You�re awake.�

�Yeah,�
she said, sitting up and stretching. �Kind of hard to sleep with all of the
noise you two were making.�

Miroku
had the grace to flush. �Forgive me.�

�Don�t
worry about it,� she said with a yawn. �It was time to get up, anyway.� She
slipped out from under the covers and began to put on her shoes. Behind her,
Shippou snuggled deeper into the blanket with a whimper, and then was still.
�As I was saying, you are a pig. Fortunately, you are a well meaning pig, so I
won�t smack you,� she said, casting a smile in his direction.

Miroku
blinked at her. �I don�t know what you mean.�

�Sure
you do,� she said. Kagome stood up and made to exit the hut, pausing before she
went out the door. �Although you might want to find a better way of distracting
Sango in the future. She might eventually cause you brain damage.� With that,
she was gone, leaving the bemused monk too lost in thought to realize that he
had forgotten to ask where she was going.

***

Sesshoumaru
hadn�t finished his damned speech until nearly sunrise, and by the time he was
done, Inuyasha felt like his face would permanently be as red as his hoari.

I
hate that smug bastard.

Fortunately,
he had only needed to learn the formal steps of the mating ritual. He didn�t
think he could have sat there and listened to Sesshoumaru drone on in that
snooty voice he had about the actual mating act, even though his half-brother
had thrown a few veiled insults his way about that, too. I understand
that part just fine, even if the first time was kind of...quick. I
wasn�t myself, damn it. This time is different. My brain�s not all
fried. He felt his face grow hotter despite his bravado, and he slowed his
breakneck pace through the trees, coming to rest on the wide branch of a tall
oak. He pulled the little box from his robes and carefully sprang the latch to
open the top. The five golden hoops gleamed dully at him, and he snapped the
box shut again, closing his eyes with a groan.

I
have no fucking clue what I�m doing. Gods, I�m going to screw this up.

After
a moment, he opened his eyes again, tucking the box back into his hoari with a
deep sigh. He jumped down from the trees, continuing on toward the village,
although slower now. I need a plan. I can�t just show up and drag her off
into the woods without preparing, and then there�s the damned soul binding, and
food...we�ll need food...and...and...gah!

I
need a plan, and a place.

Inuyasha
continued walking, a thoughtful look upon his face. He could have been attacked
by a youkai at that moment, and probably wouldn�t have noticed. I know the
place. I�ve never taken anyone there, although Myouga knows of it. Little
bastard.

But
I still need a plan...something...girls need...girl things...

Something
to set the...what is it Kagome calls it?

...the
mood?

He
made a frustrated sound. Oh yeah, I�m gonna screw this up. I�ll be lucky if
she�ll even speak to me afterward.

His
ears flattened to his head. �Keh. I�m just doing this to save her.�

Yeah,
right. Admit it. You want her to like it.

Inuyasha
snorted. Of course I want her to like it. I sure as hell don�t want her to
hate it.

He
kicked at the ground a little as he walked.

I
want her to like me. He clenched his jaw, but didn�t examine the thought
any closer.

I
need a fucking plan.

Inuyasha�s
pace slowed even more as he finally realized where his absentminded steps had
taken him.

The
well, and the portal to Kagome�s time.

He
wandered over to it, leaning over the wooden frame and peering into it. A scowl
touched his face, and he remembered his half-brother�s earlier words, delivered
in that infuriating tone of his. �I do not care if you ever take a mate,
half-breed, but you will not dishonor our father�s name. You have behaved with
less control than an animal. Your ignorance will probably kill you before I get
the chance to. Nevertheless, I gave my word to father, and you will hold your
tongue and listen.�

The
only thing that had kept Inuyasha from slicing Sesshoumaru in half then and there
had been the fact that Sesshoumaru had still held the box. He had gritted his
teeth while his half-brother had droned on, occasionally slinging an insult at
Inuyasha. Inuyasha had been both snarling and blushing by the end of the
speech, which almost seemed to amuse the other youkai.

�Are
you finished?� Inuyasha had asked, still sitting cross-legged in the grass,
glaring up at his half-brother.

�Quite,�
Sesshoumaru had replied. He stood up and tossed the box to Inuyasha. �I have
kept my word. Do not come to me for help again, Inuyasha. I will not be so
amicable.�

Inuyasha
had jumped to his feet, nearly falling over in the process. He had been sitting
in the same position for so long that his legs had fallen asleep. Cursing, he
righted himself. �I didn�t ask for your help, you asshole! You insisted
on it,� he had shouted, but Sesshoumaru had already gone.

He
really is a bastard.

Inuyasha
forcibly pushed the thoughts of his brother away, returning to the present. He
didn�t have time for this. He still had things to do, and he was beginning to
have an idea. He looked up at the lightening sky, then back down into the well.
Kagome�s mother will be awake soon. He nodded slightly to himself,
coming to a decision that he hoped he wouldn�t regret.

Screw
you, Sesshoumaru. I can do this.

He
sucked in a breath, then jumped into the well.

***

Kagome
found Sango sitting outside polishing her boomerang, Kilarra curled up at her
feet.

�Sango,�
she called. The other girl looked up, giving Kagome a smile of welcome.

�Kagome!
You�re awake early.� He smile faded a little. �Are you feeling all right?�

Kagome
waved her hands in front of her, hastening to reassure her. �I�m fine, really.
I just slept so much in the last few days, I guess I�m all caught up.� She gave
her a rueful grin. �I heard you and Miroku talking.�

Sango
made a face, returning to vigorously polishing Hiraikotsu. �That monk! Every
time I start to think he might be...you know...he has to go and revert to his
lecherous self.� The demon exterminator radiated aggravated frustration.

Kagome
laughed softly. She�s really worked up over this. Sango glanced at her
sharply at the sound of her laughter, and Kagome sobered. �He did it because
you were sad, you know.�

Sango
went still, then turned to face Kagome. �What do you mean?�

�It
distracted you, didn�t it? His groping. You didn�t get sad. You got angry,
instead. It�s just his hare-brained way of cheering you up.�

Sango
eyed her, a strange, almost hopeful look on her face. �He told you this?�

Kagome
glanced down, blushing. �No,� she replied softly.

�Oh.�
The strange look disappeared from Sango�s features, and she returned her
attention to her boomerang. �So, you heard what Miroku and I were talking
about?�

�About
Inuyasha, you mean?�

Sango
nodded. �Yes.�

Kagome
lowered herself to the ground to sit beside her friend, petting Kilarra
absently. �I heard.�

�Sorry.�

�It�s
alright,� Kagome said. �You�re wrong, though.�

Sango
didn�t reply, but Kagome could tell by her posture that she didn�t believe her.
She heaved a sigh. Just tell her already.

�Inuyasha,�
she began, voice cracking. She cleared her throat and tried again.
�Inuyasha...has already found a way to save me.�

There
was a long moment of silence while Kagome waited for Sango�s response. Finally,
she said, �Tensaiga?� Her voice sounded strangled.

Kagome
shook her head and stared at her hands. She noticed that her thumbnail was
chipped and began to pick at it nervously.

Sango
blinked at her, looking confused. �No? How, then?�

�I
don�t know how to put it,� Kagome said. My knuckles are cracked. I wonder if
I have any lotion in my bag?

Sango
set her boomerang down, scooting around until she was sitting facing Kagome,
their knees nearly touching. �Just tell me, Kagome. You�re worrying me. How
does Inuyasha plan to help you?�

Kagome
folded her hands tightly in her lap, forcing her eyes to meet Sango�s. �We�re
going to be mated,� she said in a low voice, meeting Sango�s eyes to gauge the
other girl�s reaction.

Sango
only looked mildly confused. �And this will fix things?�

Kagome
nodded. �Apparently, the same thing happened with Inuyasha�s mother and father.
He just has to bind our youkis properly, and I�ll be as good as new.�

�Why
wouldn�t you want to tell me that, Kagome?� Sango was struggling to understand.
�Isn�t this a good thing?�

�I
guess,� Kagome said with a shrug.

�You
guess?� Sango raised an eyebrow. �Don�t you want to be mated to Inuyasha,
Kagome?�

Kagome
laughed shortly. �Of course I do. I just don�t want him doing it only to save
me.� She turned miserable eyes to Sango. �I wanted him to love me.�

Sango
gave a sigh of her own. �Kagome, Inuyasha has to love you on some level. Inu
Youkai do not take mating lightly. At all. I can�t believe that he�d tie
himself to you for the rest of his life just to save your life.�

Kagome
felt herself begin to grow a bit indignant, and tried to squelch it. �Just
to save my life?�

Sango
flushed. �You know what I mean. It�s a huge commitment. You will be the mother
of his children, and his companion until the day he dies.�

�Longer,�
Kagome said with a wry grin.

�Huh?�

�Myouga
said it�s longer than that. What we�re doing will bind us together for
eternity. Even our reincarnations will be tied together.�

Sango
stared at her, unblinking, for a long moment. �And it took you how long to talk
him into going through with this?�

Kagome
felt her face grow hot. �I didn�t. He insisted.�

Sango
stood up, pacing back and forth for a moment, seeming agitated. Finally, she
turned to Kagome, who was watching her warily from her seat on the ground.
Sango pointed a slender finger at her. �Kagome, you are blind, I swear!
Inuyasha loves you. He would never have even agreed to this, much less insisted
on it, if he did not. How could you even think that he�d do something like this
just to be noble? This is Inuyasha we�re talking about, for goodness sake!�

Kagome
thought about that for a moment. �He...he never said...�

�He
wouldn�t,� Sango interrupted.

Kagome�s
eyes shot to hers. �He did say he wanted me,� she told her in a small voice.

Sango
rolled her eyes. �Kagome, he loves you. Accept it.�

Kagome
wanted to believe it, but couldn�t bring herself to. �I�ll believe it when he
says it.�

Sango
made a frustrated sound and plopped back down beside her. �You�re as stubborn
as he is.�

�Sorry,�
Kagome said, smiling.

Sango
chuckled, elbowing her lightly. �Nervous?�

Kagome
chewed on her lower lip. �Extremely.�

Sango
looked thoughtful for a moment, then got to her feet again, holding out a hand
to help Kagome up. �Come on.�

Kagome
allowed her to help her stand. �Where are we going?�

Sango
tossed her a mischievous look. �We�re going to scour around and find you
something nice to wear. It�s not every day that a girl gets...mated.� Her eyes
widened at her own words, and she slapped a hand over her mouth.

Kagome
giggled. Soon both of them were laughing loudly. Miroku stuck his head out of
the door of the hut and eyed them both as if he thought they were possessed. He
made a sign as if to ward off evil spirits, then disappeared back inside.

Maybe
I am a little crazy, but I feel a lot better since I talked to Sango. She
smothered a last snicker, then followed the other girl.

***

-to
be continued-
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