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The blackened ground held its silence, only through the mirror could she witness the final moments. The exterminator catching the collapsing corpse of her reanimated brother, the hanyou screaming as the clay body of the long dead miko shattered, the monk watching, mouth agape as his hand sealed. The murderess stood alone. The hand that had released the holy arrow still rested against her cheek and the bow in position as if awaiting another arrow to be knocked to its deadly arch. Through the reflection, she watched, as the four walked slowly away never looking back. Never admiring the strengths of the foe they had defeated. Not that she expec

Miroku watched a small, rectangular paper flutter free from Kagome's bag as she pulled out yet another book and a spiral-bound writing scroll. A slight breeze blew it toward him. He picked it up, knowing she always panicked when she misplaced things. He examined it quickly, intrigued. One side had green ink and featured two cranes. The other side had blue ink and showed a man with short hair, wearing a type of kimono the monk had never seen. "Kagome-sama, you dropped this." He held the paper out to her. The schoolgirl glanced from her text to the proffered item, narrowing her eyes. "Oh my god! Thanks, Miroku! Mom would have killed me if I'

I remember the first time I saw your face.  Anger flashed in your eyes and you yelled back at me.   No one had ever done that before. They had always been afraid of me, but not you, never you.  You stood by my side proudly, fought beside me, defended me, and refused to hear anything bad about me.  Only Mother had ever been as staunch a defender of me.  You saw past the gruff arrogance I show the world.  How did you do that?  How did you know that my greatest wish was not to become a youkai but to be accepted for what I am, a hanyou?  How much longer must I deny what we both want?  How long until the world will accept me as you did and do?