It had happened once again. He had tested her patience to its end, causing her to snap. So, like she normally did when he pushed her too far, she shouted out the command that could always, always bring him down and stormed off for the well that would take her to her home. To her home.
When she had arrived there, her mother had insisted upon a mother-daughter talk, to which she declined. She wasn't in the mood. Not after dealing with him all day long.
Her mother, however, wasn't like the half-demon she'd grown accustomed to dealing with. The matriarch wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. She was still a child in her own time, after all, and she had to listen, whether she wanted to or not.
Once the conversation was over, and Kagome had heard an earful about how her mother felt she was handling things, she'd gone back to the feudal era. She just wanted some quiet, some time to recollect her thoughts and gather her wits. She hadn't expected to hear a lone melody playing upon her return. She hadn't expected to find him at the end of that melody . . .
She had expected the sole tear that got away from him when he had finished.