It isn't often that my wife and I manage to secure such fine accommodations in the winter. So many innkeepers look down upon me with disdain and by association, her as well.
This inn is a veritable palace with every imaginable luxury. Beautiful gold statutes and intricate paintings litter every room. The futons are covered in the finest of silk. Lacquered cabinets with embellishments in such detail that it could only be achieved by the most expert of hands. Each room equipped with access to a private spring in which to bathe. Yet the only reason we were allowed to stay were the rumors of what lay inside. I wish I could say it was haunted but I'm sure the truth is much less interesting.
Still, there is something strange. Why else would they have given us a room so cheaply? Why were we the only guests?
Kagome teases me, of course, but why should I expect anything less? I knew her disposition well when I took her hand in marriage.
For someone of her profession, she can be incredibly small minded when it comes to the supernatural. It is beyond her comprehension to believe that some things were beyond explanation. There is always a logical reason in her mind. Some solution to every oddity in life. Some demon behind every inexplicable phenomena.
Perhaps that is why she doesn't believe me when I say I've felt ill. She insists there is no otherworldly being causing my malady but I know better. It is difficult to garner support when your own wife is making proclamations to anyone who will listen that your illness is just a fantasy in your mind. To my disappointment, my friend is also a man of great spiritual power and he agrees with her conclusion.
And so we travel and perform exorcisms to take my mind off my condition. Personally I cannot help but disagree with their conclusion. I have attempted to maintain some semblance of normalcy yet the slaying of demons takes very little effort on my part and allows much time to muse over my malady. It exhausts me as well and it has been taking an increasingly long time to recover from even the smallest of battles.
I sometimes think were my condition to present itself in a more obvious fashion, if there was such a way in this time to look into my head to find the cause, they would act more amicably but, alas, there is not.
So I will dwell on it no longer.