The rain was pouring down on the now fourteen year old, kagome. Slash marks on her stomach, and in an almost caressing formation on the side of her cheek. These slash marks made her look akin to Sesshomaru, funnily. The final moments of her comrades had been the final moments of a long, dragged out war. She jerked up, suddenly, scensing something at bit more than human. She isolated the aura. It was a rouge reaper, defiantly. A youkai was also present. And a young male, who had made a contract with the youkai. 'A shame. Someone so little, too'. Kagome decided to observe the situation in secret. She smirked as she watched a red-headed transvestite wield a chainsaw. Just as the butler's arm was about to be severed, she ran in, a blur as she stopped in front of the demon butler. She caught the chainsaw just before it completed it's ark into her head. Greille was, it was safe to say, shocked as the young priestess frowned, and destroyed the sub-par scythe with a blast of electric blue light. "Your stupidity fair raises my bile", she said, hyperaware that the red clad woman was acting dangerously. "Take care of our master," Kagome voiced decidedly, "and I will take care of the reaper". Sebastian ran, in a silent kind of shock, to dispose of the Madame. "DIE!" the scarlet haired madwoman shrieked at Ceil. It was child's play to dispose of the Duress lady from behind, of course. It was also child's play to decipher the look of betrayal on his face. 'A good look for him,' he thought wryly.
