As warned, Kagome made it through two full days before the unrelenting push at the edge of her senses overpowered her resolve.
Dropping Shippo off with Sango, she sidled up to Miroku, drawing him back to the rear of their entourage with a gentle tug and a troubled smile. She held him back far enough to creep out of Inuyasha's hearing…then sighed and wordlessly pointed to the edge of the woods. They'd been travelling for days parallel to the woods, much to the bane of sanity.
Miroku cocked an eyebrow. "Yes Kagome?"
She drew her shoulders inwards. "Do you…feel anything?"
His other eyebrow went up. Kagome blushed. "Nothing perverted."
The eyebrows waggled. "So you don't have anything for me to feel?"
She pointed desperately at the forest. "Just that."
Miroku's smile settled, and with a dash of concern that showed itself in the furrow of his brow, he closed his eyes and concentrated. After a long moments pause, he nodded. "Is that youki?"
"Yes!" She cried, a far stretch from subtle, but they'd slowed down by quite a lot, and Inuyasha was always stalking far ahead, "It's been following us for days."
Miroku glanced from the forest to her. "Following us…or following you?"
She winced. "Well…"
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