Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 2

This entry is part 2 of 9 in the series Dark Days [Complete]

She hadn’t meant to do it. Not consciously, anyway. No more than she’d meant to when she’d started walking toward her husband’s funeral pyre, the night they had burned his beheaded remains. It was as if something was pulling at her from within. Some subconscious undercurrent of feeling—a pain beneath the pain. Twisted like a

Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 4

This entry is part 4 of 9 in the series Dark Days [Complete]

Depleted, Kagome lay, her weary eyes trained upon the hearth’s dim coals. She had barely mustered the wherewithal to kick off her sandals upon returning home, let alone rebuild the fire. Collapsed on her bed in her priestess attire, she was merely aware of her rumpled, shivering state. Merely aware of her continued existence as

Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 7

This entry is part 7 of 9 in the series Dark Days [Complete]

I must go was all he had said, and rather sharply at that. Kagome ground her teeth—as much at Sesshoumaru’s abrupt departure from Edo village as at the pangs now assaulting her lower half. With all the stress and weight loss following Inuyasha’s death, she’d experienced a temporary reprieve from the relentlessness of womanhood. But that

Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 8

This entry is part 8 of 9 in the series Dark Days [Complete]

Softly, Kagome smiled. “He’s such a beautiful boy, Sango-chan. You and Miroku-sama must be so proud.” Cradling the newborn to her breast, the former taijiya smiled in turn, though the expression didn’t quite reach her eyes. Exhaustion, Kagome assumed and therefore asked, “Have you been able to get much sleep?” “It’s been difficult,” Sango admitted,

Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Final Part

This entry is part 9 of 9 in the series Dark Days [Complete]

She was assisting Miroku with the consecration of the new temple when the visitor approached. A traveling priest. More and more were trickling into Edo again, as word spread that the Shikon Miko’s mourning had ended. Kagome scowled to herself. As though she would ever stop lamenting the loss of her husband. Glancing sidelong at