Chapter Seven
Dread
"He had another episode last night." Kagome frown deeply as her mother informed her of her brother's condition. He had another seizure last night and they only seem to be getting worse as time went by instead of the opposite.
"How is he doing now?" The miko had asked her face full of worry and concern for the younger Higurashi.
"He woke up fine this morning until the afternoon and right now I know he is feeling weak. He was holding his head earlier and I made him drink some medicine a few hours ago. He's sleeping now." Kagome nodded her head while leaning against her residence hall wall leisurely. She needed the privacy to openly talk to her mother over the phone without having to worry about her roommate overhearing her conversation or asking any questions relating to her younger brother. She didn't want her to know and worry unnecessarily, especially since these seizures weren't normal.
"The doctors still don't know what's causing these seizures?" The miko asked her brows furrowing in agitation at the thought of her brother's mysterious case of unknown triggered seizures. Kagome wasn't sure if it was clinically correct to just label her brother's episodes as seizures, especially when his powers got out of hand with each one.
"No, none have been able to place a source of why they are suddenly occurring. It's been five months now and still no answer. We also can't have them knowing about his spiritual powers either otherwise they'll take him and you away for experimentation and evaluations." The frustration in her mother's tone was the same sentiments she was feeling whenever she received news of another seizure. She felt helpless, especially since she was away in university and not at home to help comfort him. "When Souta wakes up first thing tomorrow tell him to call me. I have to go inside now mama, but keep me updated." Kagome stated and at her mother's parting words she closed her cell phone and sighed against the brick building.
She wearily opened her azure eyes to stare at the crescent moon.
Souta's episodes began two months after she started university. At first he only experienced minor headaches which slowly developed into migraines and gradually it became more frequent and stronger as the months progressed. Souta's spiritual powers would get out of control during these episodes, flaring dangerously and shocking anyone who went to touch him. A barrier would form around him during his seizures, preventing his mother and grandfather from comforting him. If they tried they risked getting shock painfully.
She had witnessed these bizarre seizures for herself when she had gone home for winter break two months after midterms.
She was the only person who could pass through the barrier, but now that she wasn't home Hitomi's father, who was also Souta's sensei was also able to go through the barrier, but needed much more effort than her.
"What is going on with Souta and why do I feel this sense of dread in the pit of my stomach?" Kagome mused to herself as she laid a palm against her belly. It felt as if there was this whirlwind of unsettlement in her stomach, its force growing with each day that passed by. It felt like a tornado was swirling in her abdomen and was only growing larger each day.
Glancing at her cell phone for the time Kagome made way to her residence hall to retire to her room for the night.
A few things have changed in the past seven months since she began college.
One of the few things was that she no longer lived in the past as much as she did all those months ago. It was a healthy transition on her part. It allowed her to live in the present and look forward to the future. She was studying to become a doctor, so for now she was a proud biology major. Her decision was based on the fact that she wanted to help people and with her abilities as a miko she could do more than a regular, normal doctor could.
One of the very few things that did not change for the miko was her thoughts about Sesshomaru. She often and took the initiative to stare at the moon each night just to remember him and their time together back in the Feudal Era. It was the only time that she allowed herself to think back on her past adventures with her beloved friends. The same questions would always pop up in her mind and haunt her: What ever happened to Inuyasha, to Kaede or to the bodies of her fallen friends? What became of Sesshomaru, Rin and even Kouga? Who had managed to survive?
Those were the many questions that she will never know the answers of and she begrudgingly accepted that fact. She had no other choice, but to move on with her life. It would have been what her friends from the Feudal Era wanted her to do anyway. She would not sulk in her misery and handle her responsibilities dutifully.
The Shikon no Tama was safe within her body and no one knew of its true existence other than her family. She couldn't help the cold shiver that flashed along the length of her spin whenever its name was mentioned in history and in mythology class. She was surprised to find that she was mentioned in history as well along with her band of friends. They did not mention her name, of course, but called her Beloved Shikon Maiden or True Guardian of the Tama. The books described her perfectly if not for the exaggerated tales of her skills as a miko and archery skills. What surprised her most of all was a specific tale, a familiar tale, written in a poem and titled "Night of the Red Moon". It was an old piece of literature written by an unknown author whose name was either forgotten or never revealed in the first place, but the penmanship that was used to write the poem was exquisite.
To say it did depress her was an understatement, but she had slowly gotten over it and kept the poem in her room. It became her favorite poem, a beloved poem that spoke of her past and reminded her that it was real, that her friends were real, and that Sesshomaru had been real. She had a piece of literature that she could feel connected her to the past.
As for the Tasogare no Tama, the crystal that she had created was safely hanging around her neck and out of sight most of the time. Many of her peers had complimented her on having such an expensive looking jewelry in her possession when they caught rare glimpses of it from when the tama would fall out from underneath her shirts. She would take their compliments and reveal nothing more about it before hiding it back inside her shirt from curious eyes. The less they knew about the tama the better she was off.
Even though she was back in her Era where youkai no longer exist she still kept her guard up. There were still corrupted men out in the world that lusted for power, and if they knew such a tama exist it wouldn't be long before they came after it. She was content for now that her peers just saw it as an expensive piece of jewelry, because to her it was so much more than that. Naraku was another story and has been unusually quiet ever since that night of the Summer Festival when she was in the park. He still had his moments and taunted her whenever he was overly bored, but he's been quiet, if not pensive for the past couple of months. She wondered about it before coming to the conclusion that he was reflecting his life, she could hope at least.
Opening the door with her ID card Kagome enter the warm lobby of her residence hall. As she made her way to her dorm room the lively residence hall was full of her female peers bustling along the halls and lounges, waving cheerful hellos and goodnights to her as she came into their view.
She finally made it to her dorm room the door decorated with numerous quotes, pictures of idols and the latest fashions, and with two names on each side of it revealing who lived in dorm room number, 210, in purple colors. Kagome, walking in without hesitation, turn the lights on. "Hey Kagome, I was wondering when you were getting back in, let's watch a movie!" Kagome smiled at her roommate's excitement and nodded in agreement. She would finish her essay after the movie was done. "Sounds good," Kagome stated while taking off her jacket, revealing her gray short sleeved sweater dress, and black leggings. She soon took off her gray, buckled ankle height boots and placed them inside her closet neatly.
"So, Yuka what movie are we going to be watching?" Kagome asked while getting settle into her pajamas.
The other teen grinned before pulling out a variety of horror movies.
"All of these!" Yuka exclaimed with narrow eyes, both sparkling in excitement and mischief. There were at least five DVDs in her hand.
Kagome scratched the back of her neck in conflict. She had an essay to write for English. "I think I'm going to write my essay first. Give me two hours!" Kagome exclaimed as she got out her lap top and began doing her assignment, leaving Yuka to pout with narrow eyes.
The miko was glad she was rooming with one of her friends from high school. It made things easier since they knew each other for years now. Yuka was majoring in journalism.
"Fine, just hurry up." Yuka muttered before proceeding to watch reality TV while Kagome did her assignment.
Every so often she would cast Kagome a curious glance. She knew something was up concerning her brother, but Kagome hadn't confided in her yet. She wondered what was wrong with the teen. Not only did she worry about Souta, but she also worried about Kagome's sanity. Yuka often found Kagome speaking to herself and thinking maybe she was on the phone or with someone she found that no one was around. She had caught her quite often, but whenever she would question Kagome about it the azure eyed teen would brush her off lightly with a laugh.
Not only did Kagome talked to herself, but her nightmares…
Kagome had a ton of them, but they seem to lessen in the past couple of days.
That necklace Kagome wore intrigued her intensely. She had asked where she had gotten it from, but all Kagome said was that it was an heirloom from her family and that she had just recently been bestowed it since she was in college now. It changed colors from the few times she actually witnessed it with her own eyes, especially when Kagome was asleep and having a nightmare. Her necklace was gorgeous, but very weird. At times it felt, well, evil. Kagome never parted with it not even when she would shower and it seemed to never rust either from the constant exposure to water.
Yuka sighed as she flipped her growing hair from her face.
She decided to grow it out for reasons she will not get into now. She glanced over to Kagome's hair and felt the new and not so new heat of jealousy spread in her stomach. Kagome's hair was longer than Yuka has ever seen it on her friend's head. It was well passed her waist and below her backside. The tips of her hair brushed against the back of her thighs. When she had asked Kagome when she was planning on cutting her hair, the teen had this far away look in her eyes and told her that she was growing it out. She said it was like a symbol of her coping and overcoming all her illnesses in the past year since she's recovered and was no entirely 'healthy'.
Overall Kagome's long hair made her extremely attractive, despite the haunting look in her eyes at times. If you really look into them you would see that her azure eyes were shadowed by something, reflecting loneliness and pain.
Yuka was sure that something happened to her friend that she was holding back, but Kagome did not want to release that information yet, but one day she will when she was ready.
For now she will keep an eye on her and solve the mystery that surrounded her friend. Kagome was hiding something and she has been for years now. She just didn't know what, but she will it will only be a matter of time.
"Hey Kagome mind if I borrow your purple blouse tomorrow? I have a meeting with my advisor and I want to impress him." Yuka asked with a flirty smile on as Kagome glanced over her shoulder with a dead panned expression. "Yuka, he's your advisor, but go right ahead! Just don't ruin it it's one of my favorites!"
"I promise!" She exclaimed with a reassuring smile on her lips.
"-ku, I'm fine." Sango told him with a nod of her head, but he did not catch the name she had called him even though he knew who she was. Souta sighed out in relief as he suddenly embraced her, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He didn't know why he felt so relieved and the brown haired warrior, who resembled Hitomi, somewhat returned the hug and held him tightly, remembering the fear that had been in his eyes just moments ago. From the sides he could hear Inuyasha was fighting against Sesshomaru.
Souta pulled back from holding the slayer and checked her over once again, still in a state of panic. The beautiful warrior cupped his cheek and smiled softly at him. "I'm fine." She told him with raising both brows while smiling reassuringly. He finally nodded and calmed down, his hold on his staff loosening. Souta brought his gaze back to the battle between the brothers. "We have to find a way to revert Inuyasha back to normal." He didn't know why he was saying these things. It felt like he was just watching a movie, but he was actually feeling the emotions of the characters in it.
He hated Inuyasha and didn't want to help him. Sango brought her gaze back to the fight as well. "You're right and before Sesshomaru has the chance to kill him." She reminded him. "The only one to bring him back from this state was..." He drawled out, both knowing that the only one who was able to bring Inuyasha back was, "Kagome." They both said unison.
"She's been wounded and needs to rest. Shippo went back to the village to protect her." She informed him with a frown and worried eyes. Souta's eyes held contemplation within them, trying hard to figure out a solution.
Why was he remembering all of this?
He grunted in frustration. "I can't think of anything that will effectively work on him. My sutras are useless against him and I don't have any purification powers as strong as Kagome's." He revealed with a deep frown and furrowed brows casted downwards in stress, allowing the character to act out his life and seeing through his eyes.
Why was he having these memories in the first place?
It was different each time, more painful than the next. Souta continued to watch as they fought until an arrow of awesome power struck near Sesshomaru. His eyes widen and he turned his attention on the figure that shot it. His eyes widen when he saw his sister, dressed in the traditional miko garb with a now empty brown bow.
"Kagome," He muttered out, but something was different about his sister.
Soon it was revealed to him that it wasn't his sister, but the undead miko, Kikyo. He felt anger wash through his body, but before he could do anything he heard a loud buzzing sound.
The warrior was calling out to him, calling his name, but he couldn't hear it. He wanted to know the name they kept calling him, maybe it if he knew it these dreams will stop, but deep down he knew it wouldn't make much of a difference. It hadn't made a difference with Hitomi so why would it make a difference for him? He tried to focus on the way her lips moved trying desperately to hear the name, but like his past dreams he didn't hear it and woke up.
Brown greenish eyes opened and flashed in frustration and weariness. He had another dream and did not catch the name again. He covered his eyes with his forearm, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight streaming through his window. He felt tired and strained. The most he has succeeded from these dreams or memories was what happened with his sister while she was in the Feudal Era.
He didn't even want to think about the other dreams he's had, the very awkward dreams where he, in the dream would hit on his own sister. It was extremely disturbing! During the time Kagome was here for break he could not look at her the same anymore without being reminded of his damned dream.
Who in the world asks his own sister to bear him a son!
He refused to sleep for a week after that dream.
Five months and these memories in the form of dreams did not stop or let up. There were darker memories that left him shaken and silent, like that one dream with that older monk who was sucked into a black hole coming from his hand. He had felt his heart shatter at the sight, even though he knew it was dangerous he tried to run to the older man, but was held back by an elderly monk. He stood helpless as the man disappeared. Tears flowing down his cheeks as his young eyes witnessed the horrifying death.
Sighing, Souta got out of bed and got ready for the day.
He went to open the door when he flinched suddenly, his right hand overly sensitive from the touch. He examined his hand and found nothing wrong with it besides the slight discoloration that was beginning to darken in the center of his palm. It was darker than the rest of the pigment painting his skin. He furrowed his brows in thought before continuing on with his day.
He wanted to check on Hitomi, she wasn't doing well either. She was also having these memories too, but hers were intense and darker than his were. She was having nightmares of death and slaughter. They did not tell their families about their dreams, especially Kagome except for Hitomi's father, Kyo-sensei. Souta knew that the monk and demon slayer were friends of his sister's and did not want to worry her or bring back painful memories. She was doing so well now that he did not want to disrupt what little peace she had managed to accomplish.
So they were figuring this out on their own.
If only they could figure out why they were now remembering? There must be a reason, but with Kagome being suspicious that will not due, so she had to be kept in the dark at least for now. Besides she was keeping something from them as well and it had to do with her tama. So as far as he saw it they were pretty even.
Besides, telling Kagome that he and Hitomi were the reincarnations of her past companions and were remembering their past lives, would surely give her a heart attack.
It was faint, but she could see the outline of the discoloration the skin of her back was undergoing as she gazed at it critically in the mirror from over her shoulder. It was horizontal and jagged center in the middle of her back, the center was the darkest. To others it would appear to them as a large, light beige birthmark, but to her it was a reminder of what was happening to her. It was a scar from long ago, one that was given to her by that boy with the soulless eyes, the very same one who she dreamt about often and made her heartache. She didn't want to believe he caused her wound, but from the small clips of her dreams she did remembered he was always holding a scythe, preparing to throw it towards her, but never quite reaching for she would wake up before the blow hit.
She sighed before putting on her clothes. Souta was coming over to talk with her father about their memories. She remembered when Souta first asked him about reincarnation while Kagome was still away in the Feudal Era.
Hitomi's father walked in and saw his student was here, again. "Hey Souta," The older man greeted, but from the look on his face he quickly frowned. "What's wrong?" He asked suddenly.
"What do you know about reincarnation?"
The question caught her father off guard before he rubbed his chin and quirked a brow. "Quite a lot actually, but from the looks on your faces there's something I ought to know first so spill it."They had told their dreams and how they were similar. It couldn't be just mere coincidence and from the detail her father agreed as well, but what she didn't expect was for her father to reveal something about her childhood that she wasn't aware about when she mentioned the name Sango to him and of a boy with soulless eyes.
"When you were younger, about three or four you used to tell your mother and I that your name was Sango and not Hitomi." Her eyes widen in surprised before she turned to look at Souta who also held the same expression as she did. "You were very adamant about it too and we both thought it was just a phase you were going through, but when you turned five the nightmares had started and you complained about a boy named Kohaku… your little brother, you used to say." At the mention of his name Hitomi's eyes widen as the missing piece to a puzzle was finally put in place.
"Kohaku." She murmured to herself in deep thought, her heart thrumming with a heavy ache. "I don't know why my heartaches when I see or even now hear his name." She confessed sadly. Hitomi looked up and furrow her brows in confusion. "How come I don't remember any of this and how come you never told me before?" She asked a bit upset. Ryo leaned further into his chair and told her, "Because the therapist thought it best to not speak about it anymore that you would outgrow it, which you did. Hime, those nightmares you had drove you mad and now I understand why." He began with a serious look in his eyes along with wonderment. "You were remembering your past life. The name Sango wasn't something you made up, but it was at one time your actual name along with your once younger brother." Both teens were silent.
"Usually when a soul reincarnates the memories of their past lives is contained deep inside the soul's memory. It is rare that you both are even able to remember such things, but it must be for a reason and we have to find out what's triggering them." He told them. "Now, there's nothing else besides the memories that you have to tell?" He asked with a raised brow? They both shook their heads, no. "Ok, good if there is you must tell me as soon as possible, understand." Again they both nodded.
"Sometimes, old wounds can reveal themselves through a new body since the soul remembers the traumatic event even though the person in their new life might not." He informed them and Souta had glanced to his right hand with a contemplative look in them.
"For now keep going about your lives and in the meanwhile we will figure it out as time goes by. Souta after dinner I want to speak with you." Hitomi wondered what they were going to talk about that couldn't be said in front of her and felt left out.
She still didn't know what they spoke about that night since Souta refused to tell her about it. He would say, "Don't worry about it Hitomi, it's just boring monk talk." She narrowed her eyes at his phrase before pulling a shirt over her head and down her torso. She was just a tiny bit jealous, but if they can have secrets so could she.
The appearing scar on her back seem to be getting darker as the months pass by, but this month is looked the same as last month so maybe it's stopping? She hoped so because at this rate she wouldn't be able to wear a bathing suit this summer without her friends or family staring at the strange mark.
She wondered what happened for her to get the scar in the first place in her past life as Sango.
Unlike Souta, who remembered his memories in his dreams, she could not recall everything she dreamt. Sure, she remembers bits and pieces, but what she remembers most are the intense feelings of fear, pain, anger, hate and the reoccurrence of the sight and smell of blood along with the horrified cries of people screaming. She was remembering more, but she didn't know if she wanted to remember more. The dreams she did remember in its entirety were horrible and painful, especially when she dreamt of Kohaku.
Her eyes darken slightly as an image of him appeared in her mind. She ceased brushing her curly hair to stare blankly at nothing in particular. She knew he killed their family because he was controlled by a demon and she had the inkling suspicion that he was the one who had caused the scar on her back. She didn't want to believe it, but deep down inside she knew it to be true.
"Hitomi, Souta's here!" Hitomi snapped out of her thoughts before a smile appeared on her face. Souta was going to be ecstatic today when she tells him she remembered the monk's name. He's been trying for months now to remember his incarnation's name, but to no avail. Lucky for him she did after so many attempts, but just when she gave up it came to her easily. It was a tender memory and one that she would never want to forget either. The day the monk had proposed to Sango. Hitomi blushed at the memory and had woken up feeling as if she had been invading someone's life, as if she had been eavesdropping. It couldn't be considered eavesdropping if she was the person, but in a different body and time, right?
She shook her blush off and couldn't help, but feel confused by it all.
She left her room and went to greet Souta, but as her foot touched the wooden floor Souta's expression changed dramatically. His knees buckled before he collapsed onto the ground his body convulsing as another seizure came over him. She ran to his side and slid to her knees her hands going to reach out to him when she was shocked and pushed back forcefully from his body by an invisible force. Her back collided with the wall and she cried out in pain as she slid down to the floor, a tearing sound followed. Her father came running down the stairs and immediately realized what was going on. He held his hands into a sign in front of him and began chatting.
He could clearly see the barrier surrounding his pupil and concentrated on getting through it so he could place a sutra onto his forehead to contain his spiritual powers. The blue barrier was strong and Ryo had no doubt it as to why. Souta is the reincarnation of a monk, a very strong monk. Finally he was able to get through and place the sutra onto his forehead and immediately the barrier dissipated.
He kneeled onto the floor and took in much needed air to relax his body. Souta stir slightly before groaning, "It happened again, didn't it." Kyo nodded his head and Souta closed his eyes to rest after the confirmation. "I'll call your mother and let her know." He said knowing Souta could still hear him. Hitomi's mother had run from the kitchen upon hearing Souta cry out and witnessing Hitomi being thrown back against the wall.
His wife knew what was going on with Souta, but it did not stop her from being over protective of her only daughter. "We need to do something about this Kyo! Hitomi is getting hurt from these episodes." She stated with furrow brows as she rubbed Hitomi's back. The back of Hitomi's shirt had ripped when she collided against the wall and sunk to the floor. It had caught onto the wood. She froze when she saw the discoloration visible from the tears. She narrowed her eyes in curiosity before pulling her shirt up, which Hitomi refused by pulling it back down and that made her more adamant about it.
"Mom, I'm fine." Her mother disregarded her statement and pulled up her shirt to reveal a large, discolored and jagged mark on her back. She gasp in shock and covered her mouth with her hand. "What is this? When did you get this?" She asked slightly horrified as her green eyes analysis her daughter's now flawed back. She knew her daughter and was more than sure she did not have this the day she was born.
Hitomi sighed before confessing, "It started to appear soon after Souta started having the seizures." Kyo narrowed his eyes at her in disappointment and upset. "I thought I told you to tell me if any marks started to appear. Why, didn't you?" He demanded sternly. Hitomi closed her eyes. "Because you and Souta have secrets, so why can't I have mine?" She yelled slightly, her jealousy becoming apparent in her tone.
Kyo's eyes shone with begrudging understanding before he went over to carry Souta. "Help me get him to the guest room, we'll discuss this later when he wakes up." He told both his girls. They both nodded and without another word helped Souta to the spare room.
"Hey, Shippo is Tenseiga doing its job?" At the mention of his name and current job the kitsune nodded his head. "Yeah, it just sent out another pulsation a few minutes ago." He replied in a bored tone, his head resting in his hand. He soon felt Koga's hand mush his head playfully and knowing the wolf youkai he was grinning in amusement. "I think dog face should just revive their memories all at once and be done with it already. I want to see my woman!" Koga exclaimed in excitement, but even though his tone projected such excitement his icy blue eyes lacked the once bright luster he once had back in the old days, centuries ago.
"Yeah, but it will be too much for them to handle, which is why Sesshomaru is taking it slow. Sango and Miroku's memories were tragic and heavy it's too much pressure for young humans to handle, but at least we finally found Miroku. Who would have thought that he would be so close to Kagome all this time?" Shippo stated with a wide grin on. "I wonder how he will react when he comes to total consciousness." Koga smirked at that. "The sooner they regain all their memories the sooner we get to see my Kagome, not to mention mutt face will finally be able to wake up from his nap." Koga flexed his clawed hand. "We are long overdue for a fight." He added with a dark glint to his gaze.
"Oh boy, I see you're excited to be getting your best friend back." Shippo commented with a sly smirk on, knowing full well what his implication will do to the Ookami. "Excuse me! Inutrasha and me best friends? I rather cut off my tongue than to ever consider that mutt as a best friend. I barely tolerate him as a rival." He exclaimed heatedly.
"Sure you do." Shippo replied easily as Koga went into an angry rant.
"Anyway, when is Sesshomaru coming back? It's been two days already, shouldn't his meeting with Kagura be done already. I mean her place is only a couple hours away." He complained with furrow brows. "Don't know, but I heard something about her daughter being ill awhile back, but knowing Kagura she's probably overreacting as usual. I bet it was nothing and the brat just wanted attention." He brushed off lightly as he kept his gaze on the powerful fang sword. It pulsated again, sky blue energy surrounding it in a thin outline before spreading outward to send another trigger to the monk and slayer.
The next pulsation only grew stronger than the last. Sesshomaru was a genius when he created this technique.
"That's right, Manami was in a coma for a week before recovering as if nothing happened, but that was months ago!" Shippo clarified. Koga shrugged his shoulders. He could care less, but Sesshomaru obviously did. When he first learned of Sesshomaru's new charges he could hardly believe it, but when Sesshomaru wasn't busy searching for Kagome he would visit Kagura, especially when she was heavily pregnant with child.
He didn't understand why he bothered with them so he asked him one day after the child's birth. To this day he still hasn't figured out what the Taiyoukai meant.
"That child is a symbol, a symbol that I will protect. I failed Kagome and I will not fail Manami as well."
Just what symbol did that brat stand for that guaranteed a lifetime of protection from Sesshomaru?
"Well, whatever it is he's been going over there monthly since Kagura told Manami the truth about us and Naraku." Koga snorted, "About time!" He scoffed. "I think Sesshomaru wants to spend time with Manami now that she knows the truth, remember how he visited her often when she was a toddler before Kagura forbid it? I bet she reminded him of Rin-chan. Poor Sesshomaru." Shippo murmured softly.
"Yeah," Koga muttered with solemn eyes.
"I wonder how it will be… when we meet Kagome again I mean and when mutt face and the brats wake up. It's going to be hard for them, this isn't the home we grew up knowing or living in." Koga stated. "I know what you mean, but I think once they learn that everyone is together again they will feel some sort of security knowing that everyone they know and love are still alive in some form or another." At that Kirara mewl in agreement from her spot in her bed.
"Even Kirara agrees she's impatient to reveal herself to Sango ever since we found her." The kitsune exclaimed with a grin, the sadness that was hanging around quickly lifting away. "Besides, now that we found Miroku all will be right again. The only thing ruining it is those damn demonic auras and that tremendous dark energy we've been feeling from time to time." He tightened his hand in anger.
"I have a feeling that they are going to be surfacing soon."
Koga nodded in agreement.
"We share the same sentiments then as long as they don't go after Kagome and she's safe in her university then there won't be any problems, but if they dare touch her then Sesshomaru's orders will be damned if I let them harm her." He exclaimed with fiery blue eyes.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, but here is the next chapter! Thanks to those who reviewed and left very sweet compliments! It really meant a lot to me.
So, things are starting to come together and this story is far from over. I have new ideas for this story and I think you're going to like them a lot. Also Sesshomaru is coming very soon (like the two next chapter!) and will have an amazing entrance as well as other favorite characters. Arch one has been completed and now Arch two has begun.
(Hint: the more you guys review, the faster the next chapter will be put up. I'm just saying lol.)
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