Trio:
"I sense a jewel," says the miko in the sailor suit. The hanyou beneath her pricks his ears.
"Where?" says the hanyou, both arms tight around the miko's legs.
"That way. Through the forest." She points, and they start in the direction of the forest, only to be stopped by a wolf youkai with a headband.
"STOP," yells the youkai. The hanyou growls, and sets his miko down. She lands on the ground feet-first, dusting her skirt that never touched the ground.
"Mutt-face," says the hanyou.
"Dog-turd," says the youkai.
"Baka," says the miko, as she sighs and walks away.
Comparisons:
I've known her for such a short time. Yet...already, her presence is so strong that it cannot be forgotten. I don't know what I'd do without the jewel to go after—or her by my side, telling me where to go.
Yet, I feel as if I've known her for many, many years. They not only look the same...their souls are matched; their lives were different, yet they are both the same person. They are both kind...and loving... Well. The real girl is. This clay golem...she isn't my Kikyo. But Kagome...
She isn't my Kikyo either.
So what is she?
This one is 120 words. It has to do with a much later episode, so people who only watch the dub on Adult Swim, you won't get it.
Rationalizing:
She doesn't really want to take him to Hell. She just wants to be alone with him, and Hell is the only place she can be. At least, that's what Kagome tells herself, when she tries to see Kikyo in a softer light.
As she holds her hand over the perverted wound, all the air has left her lungs and she chokes on water, but still she clings, frantic to leak out the miasma, desperate that this woman whom Inu-yasha loves should live.
He doesn't love me, Kagome thinks, chest aching. At least I can save the one he does love.
The last of the miasma goes, and so does she.
Back to the man who does not love her.
That's enough for now.