Since the story had little plot to it, only a few moments passed before Miroku understood what had transpired between Kagome and the youkai. It was concerning, absolutely, but also a little humorous and he was hard-pressed to hide his grin.
"Is he after the sacred jewel?" He asked, the first sign of worry creeping in.
She laid her hand over the small bump hiding underneath her top. "No, I don't believe so. He knew I was a priestess, but the concealment spell on them held."
"Ah, good." With a bit of convincing, he drew his gaze from the top of her shirt back to her face. "What do you want to do about the demon then?"
"I don't know. I don't want to worry Inuyasha."
Or face his anger, Miroku agreed silently. He gazed at the forest edge for a moment, allowing the strong demonic energy to brush with his reikai. This kistune was powerful, but not altogether malevolent. If anything, Miroku would say he was rather…playful.
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