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

Entei knelt down as Kagome picked up the daiyoukai’s legs and settled him onto the demon horse’s back. Wrapping her uninjured arm around his chest, she slid into place behind him. His head lolled to the side, silver hair cascading down her shoulder in a waterfall of silk. A soft groan escaped his lips. She

There was no doubt about it–a massive, powerful demon was approaching them. Fast. Kagome grimaced in dread. She was in no condition to fight, and Sesshoumaru was practically KO’d. They had to get out of here–now. “C’mon,” she grunted, wrapping her good arm around Sesshoumaru from behind and beginning to pull. He was surprisingly light,

Burning with panic and fury, Kagome plunged down at Mouryoumaru, driving her blazing, disintegrating spear into the crack in his chestplate. The naginata splintered, bursting in a shower of light. Mouryoumaru’s armor shattered as well, falling from his body like broken chunks of clay. He reeled back, releasing Sesshoumaru as his tentacles retreated defensively. His

Cursing, Sesshoumaru dropped the hilt of his broken sword, springing back as Mouryoumaru reared. An armored claw swept out at him, and he dodged it narrowly, his furious thoughts still trained toward the plateau above. He had been a fool to bring her here. His inane desire to keep her near him had imperiled them