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Worth Waiting For
By : inumom
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Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still trying. Damn.

AN: So happy that so many people liked the Fluffy lemon. I�ve been thinking that he�s pretty much finished for a long time now, although I�ve recently seen some of the manga suggesting that he may be a match for Kagura. Maybe I�ll have to see what I can do about that in another piece someday�. This section is rated for lemon, another bedtime story, and a brand new use for the word �sit.�

22. Revelations and Experiments

The hanyou stood and stretched. He had been harvesting fish from the woven mesh in which they had been confined and had decided that an even dozen would probably do: they could eat half of them tonight and smoke the rest for later use. Looking around the clearing, he caught the faintest hint of a familiar scent and decided to go back into the stream and get several more. If he was right, they would need a few extra for tonight.
Sprinting through the trees, he made his way directly home. Walking into the public area of the household, he set the gutted fish on a woven tray on the table before going in search of his mate. He was not surprised to find her in the storage room, trying to decide what would complement the fish they would be having for dinner. Moving with his typical hanyou stealth, he stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her just below her breasts. He bent his head so that he could speak directly into her ear. �Get some extra tonight, love. I think we�ll be needing it.�
She turned in his grasp, pressing herself against him. �Really? Why is that?�
�I caught a whiff of something in the forest near the stream. Remember when Rin started to show promise with the sword? I sent word to Toutousai to make her a blade. I think that he may make an appearance tonight to deliver it.�
She shook her head. �That�s not exactly his style, is it? I mean, he usually just appears on his cow wherever he needs to be.�
The hanyou shrugged. �Who knows? I�ve never been able to figure him out--he does things his own way, and there�s no way to predict what that way will be.�
�Well,� she said, �Hold these, and I�ll get us some extra rice.� She handed him the large basket of dried mushrooms that would be soaked and baked in the fish as well as added to the soup she was going to make using assorted fresh vegetables.

*

Kagome looked up in surprise from the pot of soup she was stirring. �What happened?�
Her mate emerged from the rear of their home, their daughter clinging to his shoulder with tiny but very strong claws, her bright golden-amber eyes taking in the two people standing in the large room with a lively curiosity. �What the hell?� He recovered from the initial shock rapidly, and smirked, �So, I guess I was right all along, wasn�t I?�
He quieted instantly at a warning glare from the human woman. Turning back to the tall youkai who rested a possessive hand on the young woman�s shoulder, he continued, �I don�t understand any of this.�
Sesshoumaru shook his head, still looking slightly dazed. �It is a complicated story. Apparently, Rin received a slightly more complete education here than I had anticipated. After leaving here, we decided to stop at an inn for the night--she was hardly dressed in a manner appropriate for sleeping out on the forest floor. We discussed the skills she had learned at length, and she told me that she had learned everything necessary to become a good mate. She even offered to demonstrate some of those skills. I was,� he said, shaking his head slowly, �Surprised at the nature of those skills. I questioned her about who had taught them to her. Once she showed me that she remained untouched, I realized that she spoke the truth--that she had spied on you and learned these things on her own. It was difficult, but I made her stop, explaining that continuing would make it difficult for me to find her a highly-placed mate.�
At the feel of the youkai lord�s left hand lightly squeezing her shoulder, the young woman continued, �I told Sesshoumaru that I didn�t want him to find me a mate if I would have to leave him. I told him that there was only one mate that I wanted, but that I couldn�t have him. Then he asked me if my choice was already mated. I knew that he wasn�t, but I also knew that he didn�t want me--he wouldn�t even let me touch him any more.�
The youkai picked up the narration once again. �I told her that the problem would be easily solved. She would tell me who the fool was, and I would make certain that he became her mate. She was confusing me--she said that she didn�t want him because she wanted him to be happy, even if it was without her�because she loved him.�
The hanyou shook his head. He almost felt a measure of sympathy for his half-brother. �You never really had a chance, you know. They can be pretty determined.�
Sesshoumaru�s habitually cold expression returned briefly. �I�ve noticed. In any case, Rin was claimed and mated properly that very night. Afterwards, Chichi-ue appeared to me in a dream. He said that I had finally learned the last lesson he had set for me, and that he would unseal a healing power that had been hidden in me all this time. When I awoke, I was whole again. Tell me,� he said, �Has anything�unusual been happening to you since you were mated?�
�Practically everything,� he muttered, then looked up suddenly as he felt a flash of realization from his own mate. �The transformations.�
The youkai nodded slowly. �As I thought. Chichi-ue mentioned to me that you had also been unsealed, that you were now strong enough to no longer require the Tetsusaiga to seal away your youkai self, that you were learning to control your transformations and to retain your mind while transformed. Is that not true?�
Kagome nodded. �Last spring, right after we were mated, I came into heat. Because of the time of year, it pushed him over the edge into his own heat cycle. At one point we were so desperate that we were going to mate in the forest, but a youkai attacked. Since he had taken off the Tetsusaiga, and was hurt, he transformed. For a few minutes, I thought he might kill me. Instead, he claimed and marked me once again. After he returned to normal, he didn�t remember anything, but it had been different--this time he recognized me as his mate.�
He shook his head sadly. �There was another time, too. This one was even more different. I wasn�t in any real danger at all. Kagome went into the forest to gather some late-season herbs. Like a complete fool, she went alone. Of course, I followed, since she was close to having the pup. She was tired, and sat down to rest for a bit. She had nearly fallen asleep when Kikyou appeared. She was screaming at my mate, telling her that she was some stupid whore who had stolen what belonged to her. Then she attacked her with a knife, leaving a long cut across her ribs. I transformed then. I tore her away from Kagome, leaving her with a badly wounded arm. I was going to kill her, but Kagome begged me not to--she didn�t want me to become what she was: she said I was better than that. I was going to take Kagome home, but that stupid slut tried to kill her again, throwing her knife. I deflected the knife, and tore out her throat. I took Kagome home, cleaned and bandaged her wound--while still transformed--and held her close to me. She helped me to change back then, and we learned that I remembered what had happened. We thought that it might have had something to do with the fact that I had the Tetsusaiga with me, but that should have stopped me transforming at all. I intend to ask Toutousai about this when he arrives later.�
�That old fool is coming here? Why?�
Kagome explained that Rin had been learning some fighting skills from Sango, and that they had sent word to Toutousai to create a blade for her. �Inuyasha said he thought he smelled Toutousai in the forest earlier today, so we figured he might be coming here to deliver the blade we asked him to make for Rin.�
Miroku and Sango returned from gathering some early wild greens in the forest a short time later, surprised to see the youkai and what had obviously become his mate sitting in the public room of their home like old friends. The monk leaned closer to his companion. �See, it is as I said--every creature in this world needs to have a mate. Even me.�
The taijiya silenced him with an elbow to the ribs. Although it seemed to those who knew them that the blow had been delivered with much less force than normal. Nodding her head to the group, she smiled. �I think we�ve missed something here.�
The explanations were kept brief, without any unnecessary detail, and the monk and the youkai huntress sank slowly to the fur rug, shaking their heads that one of their oldest enemies had not only become a friend, but seemed to be willing to resume a family relationship with their little pack�s leader as well. At that moment Shippou, who had been playing in the forest nearby, bounded into the family�s home, dragging an admittedly odd-looking figure after him. �Look who I found outside!�
The youkai looked essentially human, although the elflike ears, bulging eyes, and sharp fangs would have given him away instantly to anyone who hadn�t met him already. As usual, the ancient creature�s manner was dazed, as though he was not entirely certain exactly where--or even who--he was. �Is the world ending? I would have thought that that would be the only thing that would bring the punk and the pretty boy together.� Leaving the brothers to stare at each other with raised eyebrows, he moved to greet Sango, Rin, and finally Kagome. �Of course, one never needs an excuse to visit with pretty girls�.�
The monk flashed a broad grin in the direction of his chosen mate, despite the fact that they had yet to even discuss the matter. �My sentiments exactly,� he murmured, careful to remain well beyond her reach.
Toutousai sniffed appreciatively. �Something smells good.�
Kagome may not have been schooled in youkai etiquette, but she could certainly recognize a cue when she heard one. �Why don�t you stay with us and eat, then?� At the youkai�s absent nod of acceptance, she continued, �What brings you here today, anyway?�
He shook his head slowly. �An old friend came to me with a request--a special blade for a human lady to protect her youkai mate and future pups. It was a strange request, but also a challenge.� He pulled a sheathed sword from inside his clothing. The scabbard of wood from the centuries-old magnolia youkai who had provided the sheaths for both the Tetsusaiga and his brother blade was lacquered a deep blue, with a gold inlay depicting a huge dog howling at the full moon. �This is Hogosha,� he said, presenting the sword to Rin. �She will only work to protect those of your blood and those you love.� She drew the blade partly from the sheath, surprised at the way it seemed to pulse in her hands. Looking down at the weapon, she realized that the hilt end of the blade was engraved to match the pattern on the scabbard, and that the hilt seemed to fit itself to her hand, a gleaming blue jewel placed at the very butt end.
The youkai swordsmith nodded sagely. �She knows her mistress, child. She was created from your blood and your hair, to prevent anyone else from taking control of her. If you someday wish to pass her along to another member of your family, you will have to introduce that person to her--your mate will be able to tell you the ritual.�
The young woman blushed furiously as Sesshoumaru expressed his gratitude, something he had seldom had reason to do in the course of his long life. Toutousai shook his head, a puzzled frown on his features. �I thought there was something else�.� Straightening suddenly, he reached back into his clothing to produce yet another weapon. This sword was sheathed in a brilliant red lacquer, with a pattern of a vining rose worked in the purest silver. Moving quickly across the room, he presented it to Kagome. �This is Bara no Toge. Though not designed as a weapon, she will allow you to erect a barrier to protect yourself and your family until help can arrive. I know,� he said, nodding as the woman simply stared at him in disbelief, �That the sword is not your weapon of choice. That�s why she was designed for purely defensive purposes. Since you chose to mate one of the idiot brothers, you�ll no doubt need all the help you can get.�
She mumbled her thanks to the youkai before turning to her mate. �Did you arrange this?�
He nodded slowly, his ears flattening slightly. �Yeah,� he muttered. �I worry about you, dammit! Look what almost happened with Kikyou, and those bastards at that village--you could have been killed along with the pup. How the hell could I keep going after that?�
The others in the room simply stared in silence. Never before had they heard the hanyou admit to anything of the kind, although they had long known his feelings on the matter--he wasn�t nearly as adept as Sesshoumaru at concealing his emotions from others. Fully aware that his concern wasn�t implying a lack of faith in her abilities, Kagome nodded slowly, smiling. �We�ll talk about this later on--out by the stream.�
Turning back to the group gathered around the room, she smiled brightly. �Is everybody hungry yet? I think it�s just about time for diner.�
She did not see the nearly imperceptible tremor in her mate�s muscles as he considered the possibilities inherent in her last words to him.

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�What on earth were you thinking of?�
The hanyou blinked in surprise. �Nani?�
�I mean,� Kagome said, reaching up to gently rub the base of his ears, �Why in the name of all that�s holy would you ask Toutousai to make me a sword, of all things? With my coordination, I�ll probably end up stabbing myself in the foot.�
He glanced at her, his eyelids beginning to droop shut as she continued her merciless assault on his sensitive ears. �I don�t think you could. In case you didn�t notice,� he said, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close so he could nuzzle her neck, �You probably couldn�t slice radishes with that thing--it has no edge to speak of. As I understand it, it�s whole purpose is to direct your energy into forming a barrier.�
Frowning thoughtfully, she pulled the blade partway from the sheath, running a cautious thumb along the exposed edge. �I see what you mean.� She thought about it for a few seconds, then continued, �What was all that he was saying about blood and hair?�
He shrugged. �I�m not entirely sure of the details myself. A weapon like this--or Tetsusaiga--has a sort of mind of its own sometimes. By using a few drops of your blood in forging it, he made sure that nobody would be able to take it from you and use it against you. Same thing with the hair--did you notice how the hilt seems to mold itself to your hand when you touch it?�
She nodded slowly--she had long been aware of some of Tetsusaiga�s more unusual properties, and was not especially surprised to see some of them in her own youkai-forged blade. �That�s why I felt uncomfortable about leaving it home?� At his nod, she continued, �But where do you suppose Toutousai got some of my blood?�
�Probably from the same place he got Rin�s: Myouga. They never told me about that part of it. Now,� he said, pushing her back to the ground and pinning her there as he leaned over her, �Is that the only reason you wanted to come out here tonight?�
Her soft smile broadened. �How did you ever guess? You were wonderful today--not picking on Sesshoumaru when he was obviously still getting used to the changes in his life. I think,� she said, with the barest hint of a suggestive leer, �That you�ve earned a little something special tonight.�
He shivered slightly in the cool evening air--his mate�s �bedtime stories� had become something precious to him, not to be missed if at all possible. Lying back on the soft grass, he pulled her to him, resting her head on his shoulder. �Is that so? Well, maybe I should be considerate to the bastard a little more often.�
With a mocking swat at his shoulder, she laughed. After a few seconds� thought, she began, �This is a little different from the stories I�ve told you before, because it takes place back in the other world. I�m in my bed asleep, bummed out over something or other--depending on my mood at the time, it would either be that you gave me a hard time about going home or that I saw you with Kikyou again--and generally having a miserable night of it. In any case, I�m really tired, and I never notice anything at all until I try to turn over and can�t. I�m still half asleep, but I can feel that my hands are pinned above my head. Naturally, I�m scared: there�s not a whole lot of crime around my house, but you hear occasional stories about burglars and rapists and who knows what else. I struggle, and realize that whatever�s got my hands is a lot stronger than I am--there�s no way I�m getting loose. At the touch of a hand on the side of my face I start to relax--I know that hand, and I know that it�s owner won�t hurt me. I wonder briefly if this is supposed to be some kind of apology, then lose track of my thoughts as the hand begins to move. The fingertips gently brush the skin of my face and neck, and I relax further--this feels really good. The hand reaches the top of my nightshirt, still gently stroking my skin, and suddenly sharp claws tear the garment from top to bottom, leaving me completely exposed. I try to yell in outrage, but I�m silenced by soft lips against my own. They move against mine, and I can�t help but open my lips. Something soft and warm pushes between my lips, and I begin to breathe harder, suddenly realizing that this is the best kiss I�ve ever had. The pressure leaves my lips, and I strain to see in the darkness. All I can see are two gleaming golden eyes a short distance from my own. I can feel plenty, though. I can feel what can only be the very tips of sharp claws running across my skin while the eyes keep my attention focused on them. In any other situation, the light touches would probably tickle like crazy, but I�m getting a whole other sensation right now. My body starts to move, pushing closer and closer to the touches against my skin. A single claw moves in a lazy spiral around my breast until something warm and wet teases my hardened nipple to full tightness. Biting my lips to keep back a loud moan, I move again, trying to push myself against the source of the overwhelming pleasure rolling through my body at the light caresses against my skin. While my breast receives such luxurious treatment from the lips and tongue of my lover, claws begin to wander once again over the other breast. This time, I can�t stifle the moan. The lips pull gently against my nipple before releasing it. A soft voice speaks in my ear. �Do you like this? Do you want more?� I can only continue to moan, pushing myself against the source of the pleasure I can feel. The voice comes again. �If I release your hands, can I trust you not to move?� All I can do is nod--I would do anything to get more of what he�s giving me. As he drops his lips to my other breast, I can feel his claws working their way down both sides of my body, and I begin to tremble as they brush against my hips. They occupy themselves for a time with exploring the skin of my stomach, hips, and thighs, running lightly up and down the soft inner surfaces, always stopping just short of where I was beginning to need them the most. I continued to moan, moving my hips in an effort to rub myself against him any way I could. That must have been the wrong thing to do, though, because I felt him pull away from me. A few seconds later, I felt something soft brushing against my forehead. As it traveled down across my face I could smell a rich, sweet scent--a rose? The velvety-soft petals followed the path that his claws had taken over my flesh, and I shivered at the different feeling. This time, though, the edge of the blossom accidentally brushed against my lower lips. My back arched and I cried out in pleasure as my lover returned to me once again. �Never doubt my love, or the fact that I need you like I need air.� He bent to kiss me again, harder this time, thrusting his tongue hungrily in and out of my mouth while he continued to slide his slightly rough hands across my body. He pulled back from me once again, and I could only wonder what he was planning next. I could hear an odd tinkling sound, and I suddenly felt something wet and very cold against my lips. Parting my lips, I brushed my tongue against the object and realized that it was an ice cube flavored with something sweet and a little tangy--orange or tangerine, maybe. I could only imagine what he might have planned for this, and squirmed against him in an effort to find out. As it turned out, I didn�t have long to wait. The ice cube traveled slowly down my neck, leaving damp trails in its wake. I could only gasp when it circled my breasts slowly before casually rubbing across my already painfully tight nipples. He swirled the ice cube down my body, watching the tiny muscles under my skin jump and flutter as it passed. My thighs parted at his slightest touch, and the ice cube slid across the skin of my thighs before brushing the flesh concealing my opening. I was trembling now, and my lover�s voice whispered in my ear. �Are you cold? Do you want me to warm you?� I moaned at the implications in those two apparently harmless questions, my hands clamped tightly in the sheet above my head. He bent to place a light, almost chaste kiss on my lips before following the wet trails that the ice had left on my skin. After the cold of the ice, his lips and tongue almost seemed to burn. He lapped up all the moisture from my skin, his breath warm against me. As he reached the end of the trail, he faced the source of the greatest pleasure I�d received so far. Leaning forward a fraction of an inch, he licked the last traces of the flavored ice from my lower lips, pausing to watch my reactions. �There�s a lot more moisture here than I would have expected from one little ice cube,� he murmured. �This may take a while.� He ran his velvety tongue all around my entrance without actually touching the most sensitive areas. I was shivering uncontrollably now, my hips bouncing as though to force him to taste deeper. With something very much like a satisfied smirk, he pushed forward, licking slowly all the way up my entrance, not stopping until he reached the hardened nub at the very top of my slit. I cried out in pleasure as he repeated the caress of his tongue, again, and again, and again, not stopping until I tensed against him, crying out yet again in my release. Even though it was dark, I could feel him looking at me. �Did you like that?� he whispered. In that stats, I couldn�t even think about putting together an answer. He lightly traced the opening into my body with his tongue, gauging how wet it had become in only the past few seconds. �I think I can give you something a little more. Are you ready?� Moaning with the desperate desire for something I couldn�t even describe, I ground my hips against him, needing whatever he was going to give me. I could feel him moving, hear the rustle of clothing, and suddenly felt something pushing against my dripping entrance. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he pushed forward with a single powerful thrust, causing me to cry out as he tore through my virgin barrier. He paused for a few moments, wiping away the tears that rolled down my cheeks, whispering that he would never hurt me again. He could feel my body relax around him, and began to move, slowly pushing in and out of my tight channel, intentionally rubbing against the sensitive spot right above my opening with every movement. After a few seconds, I began to move with him, wrapping my legs around his waist to urge him even deeper into my body. He began to move faster, thrusting harder into me, and my hips shot up off the bed to meet his movements. I could feel myself nearing something huge, but he pulled his twitching member from my body. �I think you�ll like this,� he said, turning me over so that I was on my hands and knees on the bed while he stood on the floor behind me. Realizing what he was about to do, I moaned again, moving my hips in invitation. He needed no further urging. He plunged his arousal deep into me, the feeling even tighter and more filling in this position. Holding my hips with both hands, he plunged in and out of me furiously, pounding us both to a shattering climax. As my inner muscles began to tighten around his member, he reached around the front of my body to massage the hardened nub above my entrance. I shrieked in pleasure, forcing my hips back so that I was impaled even deeper on his length, my muscles convulsing around him like a fist, milking his seed from him as he howled against my back.�
She looked at the hanyou she had at her mercy. He lay there on the grass, trembling from her words and the sensations she had been causing by lightly running her fingertips across the skin of his chest and stomach. �Did you like my little story? It�s one of the oldest ones in my collection.�
He swallowed hard, fighting back the impulse to simply flip her over and take her on the spot. �It was definitely one of your better efforts,� he whispered, not trusting his voice any more than that.
Her fingers worked their way to the ties of his hakama, loosening them with the ease of long practice. Although he could have probably gotten undressed faster by himself, he found that he liked the feel of her touch as she peeled his clothing from his body. She seemed to want to take control, and that was fine with him. Even though his instincts were screaming at him to be the aggressor, to dominate his mate, he found nothing more erotic than a strong woman, one who saw what she wanted and took it.
He trembled slightly as she ran feather-light fingertips across his skin, pausing only briefly to tease his nipples to an almost painful tightness. Kagome smirked a bit as she watched him struggle to maintain his control, sliding her hand down his body until it lightly brushed against his arousal. He stifled a yip of surprise as she lightly scratched along the sensitive underside with her human nails.
Taking her cue from one of his favorite techniques, she took a long, slow lick at the shaft before closing her lips around the very tip. This time, he could not entirely stop the deep groan that told her that he very much appreciated her efforts. She bobbed her head rapidly up and down a few times, before simply remaining motionless, feeling his member twitching at the back of her throat. She pulled back from him, licking slowly along his length, then lay back on the grass. �I think it�s time now, don�t you?�
He thought briefly about taking her hard and fast, then decided against it--she would, he decided, pay for torturing him, both with her story and after that, with her wonderfully talented fingers and lips. He pushed into her body ever so slightly, easing just the tip of his arousal in and out slowly, gradually working her into a frenzy. If she wanted anything more, he decided, she would have to beg for it.
�Don�t tease�.� she moaned, but he only smirked as he continued to pleasure her slowly, driving her all the way to the edge of release, only to deny her that final step. Focusing his attention on her, he suddenly became aware of a strange light in her eyes. Too far gone himself to be able to read the storm signals, he watched her thrash her head against the soft grass before fixing him with a steely glare, a slow, predatory smile crossing her features. �Inuyasha,� she said, panting in her desperation, �Sit.�
The subduing spell around his neck glowed for a fraction of a second before driving his entire body straight down. The sudden deeper penetration forced a scream of pleasure from his mate, and the clenching of her muscles around his member tore a rough groan from him as his seed spurted deep into her eager body.
When he could once again move, he made a few more leisurely thrusts to empty the last of his seed from his aching loins before rolling them over so that he was lying next to her. �What the hell was that?�
She laughed softly. �I�ve been thinking about that for a couple of years now, and your teasing gave met the perfect excuse to actually try it.�
�You know,� he said, running his fingers across the beads around his neck, �I don�t think I mind these so much any more.�
�Actually,� she said, �There�s something else I�ve been meaning to do for a long time.�
He breathed deeply, savoring the sweet, slightly musky scent of their lovemaking, and wondered just what his inventive mate was going to try this time. �Is that right?� he murmured into her hair.
�Can you sit up for a second?� As he pulled them both partially upright, she reached out with both hands to grab the strand of beads around his neck, lifting them from his shoulders.
His left hand was instantly over hers. �No, love.� He shook his head slowly. �Leave them.�
She looked at him with a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and disappointment. �Nani?�
�In your world, when people mate they wear a ring as a symbol of that union. That�s how I�ve come to think of these beads. If anything were ever to go wrong, you could stop me from doing something terrible. Hell, you even saved my life with these things once--remember when that fake Tennyo threw my Bakuryuuha back at me? If you hadn�t flattened me to the ground, there wouldn�t have been enough of me left to bury. Besides,� he said, turning smug, �I think I�d like to try that again some time.�
She shook her head, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. �I didn�t want to hold you against your will.�
He hooked a finger into the strand, frowning thoughtfully for a few seconds. �Did you really think that this was the reason I stayed around, love? This was like the Shikon no Tama--just an excuse to stay with you, to keep you with me all the time, to not be alone any more�.�
She nodded slowly. �I think it kind of makes sense when you put it that way. I mean, in my time a ring doesn�t really guarantee fidelity, you know. Plenty of married men--and women, too--take lovers. Lots of them even leave each other. I just didn�t want to make you feel obligated to stay with me.�
�Baka,� he growled softly. �Don�t you remember what I said? Inuyoukai mate for life--even if I wanted to, I couldn�t leave you now.�
�Do you? Want to, I mean.�
�Hell, no,� he said, pulling her tighter against him and dropping back to the grass.
She reached up, stroking the side of his face. �At least Toutousai was able to give you part of the answer.�
He nodded slowly, not really interested in thinking about his father�s legacy, guardian swords, or transforming into a youkai at the moment. �Yeah,� he said. �I guess you were right all along. I just don�t know exactly how to practice this so I can get it under control. I mean, the only time it�s happened was when either I or somebody I care about was in danger.�
�I think,� she said, �That we�re going to have to make some time to go into the forest someplace and practice. I mean, life�s been great this past year, but Naraku�s still out there somewhere and if we don�t get him soon, Miroku-sama might run out of time. I�d hate to see that happen, now that he�s starting to admit what he feels for Sango-chan.�
�You�re right,� he said. �We�ve only managed to collect three new shards this past year. There should still be a few left out there somewhere. Besides,� he added, �You should start practicing how to generate barriers with that thing.�
�Besides,� she said, �We can always take a little extra time for other things while we�re at it.�
That prospect, more than anything else, decided the matter.
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